My wife is absolutely not the definition of a “hot model”, but there has always been something about her that just lights my fire. Even after her ...ody has been “had” by literally, just under one thousand men, she still maintains a certain kind of innocence about her. Time and time again....hundreds, if not thousands of times...my wife has said “We can stop this now. I would be more than satisfied just being with you”. I just can’t do it. I am addicted to sharing her. I am addicted to seeing men. We would sit in a elevated table in the crowded nightclub. There was always a live band. You would bend down to flash your nipples and keep crossing your legs to flash your underwear. You were brazen about your body. I loved to watch you slow dance. You would mold yourself to his body, hot and sweaty, press your cunt to his leg and your tits to his chest. He would get hard and push his erection on you. You liked to do this directly in front of the band so they could watch you. When you did a. "Ooooh, my tits, my cunt! Oooooh, it's good, Rich! Drench me... drench my naked ass in hot piss!"Her hands flew to her cunt, fingers spreading the swollen lips, then smashing them together."Piss in my cunt! Ooooh, piss inside Mother's cunt!"Rich thrust his hips forward, spraying the pink flesh of her cunt with a strong stream. Roxie felt it splash against the flesh of her cunt, then she let out a scream."I don't believe it! I'm coming!"Her cunt was pulsating with contractions, and her son. Sometimes, poor Lucrecia was so caught up in the itching and the depression of not being able to move properly that Angelica felt obligated to take care of all the sexual demands that they used to tend to as a team hiding their complicit guilt from prying eyes.Angelica thought now it would be nice to wear bikinis and stretch out on the clean white sand for a change and not be concerned at all with the stresses of meeting new boys or acting flirtatiously with insincere promises of carnal bliss..